this was the 4th time this week.

sobs shook your body as you struggled to breathe. another night terror. only this time, it felt all too real. your brain had a way of conjuring the most heartbreaking scenarios that were sure to hit you harshly. this time? you'd dreamt that fyodor had died. and when you'd reached out a hand to your left, where he usually slept, you hadn't felt his warmth. a whimper left your mouth. fyodor has really just went for a cup of water in the kitchen and was bound to come back soon, but you didn't know. you just needed your lover.